"And you're both Breton, Andris that fellow up the road, his wife is an Imperial she was unaffected as well."

"Actually Neloth I'm an Imperial..." Selena smiles awkwardly as she takes another sip of her tea her head resting in her hand, one elbow on the table.

"Intriguing."

"If you say so." Selena sees Kyra coming up the stairs, and almost vaults from her chair closing the gap between them meeting her at the top of the stairs.

"Sweetheart, you know I love your friends but..."

"It's ok Sel, he's coming with me. Neloth come on I'm tired of waiting, let's go check out the Earth stone." Neloth nods and follows her as Kyra hugs Selena and exits the house.

The pair walk down the path and hang a right from her house going up the shore beyond the walls, onto the small path leading up to the Stone. Neloth waves his hand in front of one of the men who holds a pick axe and strikes the Earth Stone. Several people were building a platform of some kind around the perimeter of the Stone.

"They are clearly building something..." Kyra drops her hands at her sides and looks at him.

"What?"

"It's just- "They're clearly building something", you're so useful mighty Telvanni Wizard." Neloth chuckles as she walks up to Glover Mallory, he strikes the Earth stone with what she recognized as the half broken pick axe from his cellar, on the barrel beside the old mead casks.

"You should talk, can you even cast a spell anymore? Oh, or when's the last time you swung a sword?"

"Don't make me hurt you old man." Kyra warns her old friend gesturing with her finger as she looks up at Glover and then smacks him in the arm.

"Hey."

"Glover." She slowly reaches up and pokes his cheek with her index finger, then drops her hands to her hips.

"That pick axe is going to explode in your face you know. I know this because you've asked me eleven times to strike a new head for it." Kyra makes a face when he does not reply. She looks up at the glowing stone as he strikes it, then looks back at the big Breton.

"Your brother's cuter than you." She takes a step back, her eyebrow arching when he still does not respond.

"I really thought that one would work. I guess Mallory is more thick headed than I originally thought." Neloth says as he approaches and looks up at the big blacksmith.

"Oh, that's not fair or funny." Neloth chuckles to himself.

"I thought it was rather funny."

"He can't defend himself, fetcher."

"Why did you bring me along, for someone to abuse?"

"That, and you were annoying my wife." They both kneel, examining a dark goo that had begun bubbling up in the loose dirt from beneath the stone.

"Selena loves me, and why not? She is wise for her age." Neloth straightens folding his arms in a huff.

"She finds you funny, Neloth."

"Just not enduringly so?"

"Indeed."

"Impetuous child."

"I missed you." Kyra smiles as she bumps her shoulder into his, brushing her hands off she steps back looking up at the symbols beginning to glow on the Stone in the moonlight.

"Here we toil." They all say in sudden unison. Kyra arches her eyebrow quizzically as she looks at Neloth.

"Now we're getting somewhere..."

"By night we toil, to reclaim what was ours."

"Night? It's almost dawn. What are they talking about?"

"They speak of Miraak." Neloth and Kyra turn as a tall blonde woman walks up the path wearing Nordic armor with intricately carved patterns. Neloth looks at Kyra then shakes his head.

"This cannot be possible. Not while Kyra is alive, standing here."

"Who is Kyra?"

"Who are you?" Kyra asks stepping forward.

"She's Frea of the Skaal, I've traded with her on several occasions. Am I to assume this is happening in the Village as well?"

"Our entranced have begun corrupting the Wind Stone, while some along with the citizens of Raven Rock have began excavating Miraak's temple." Neloth shakes his head from side to side.

"What?" Kyra looks at Neloth quizzically.

"No, I refuse to believe that Miraak returns. There can only be one Dragonborn and she's standing right here. Not even dieing, let alone dead, Miraak cannot enter this world with another Dragonborn already present."

"What?" She asks again.

"He hasn't, but he is harnessing power to gather his followers."

"Perhaps but-"

"If I have to say what one more time I'm going to hurt someone." Kyra interjects.

"This is a rather long tale, it is best we adjourn indoors." Kyra sighs and gestures towards her home, the trio walk up the path lit by the fading moonlight to Severin Manor.

Kyra closes the door behind her, and points to several chairs just off the kitchen.

"I'd invite you to someplace more comfortable downstairs, but my family isn't outside mumbling and holding pick axes." Kyra picks up a bottle of Cyrodiilic brandy from the table and three cups.

Kyra pops the top off and pours sliding the cups across the table as Frea and Neloth take seats. She drops into a chair of her own and takes a sip from her drink.

"All right Neloth, speak." Kyra looks at him as she kicks her boots onto the table.

"Miraak. Ok Miraak is, well he's the first of your kind. That we know of anyways."

"Dragonborn."

"She's the Dragonborn?" Kyra fixes Frea with her bright blue eyes.

"Of course she is, keep up. So, yes, well no there was no actual word for what he was until well, St. Alessia I'd imagine, and the Septims of course."

"With you so far." Kyra tips the cup to her lips again.

"In the time when men served dragons-" Kyra chuckles to herself.

"Sorry, continue."

"Yes, well when the Dragons enslaved men Miraak was one of the Dragon Priests, and leader of the Cult of Dragons. Now at some point, he began to seek out the teachings of Hermaeus Mora. It was also around this time that the Dragon War had begun, and Miraak was sought out and Hakon One Eye pleaded with him to defeat Alduin and Miraak refused." Kyra sits up in her seat.

"He refused to fight."

"Yes."

"In Skaal we call him "the Traitor"-"

"Yes, but only because back then the Skaal served the Dragons and when he turned on his masters he was considered a traitor."

"Well yes but-"

"It was wrong of the Skaal to be serving the Dragons in the first place!"

"All right all right, I get it ok? Shut up and drink." Kyra takes a big gulp from her brandy and looks at the two them as she reaches for the bottle again.

"Master Neloth, Master Neloth!" A voice grows louder before a Dunmer, Kyra recognizes as Neloth's apprentice Talvas, bursts through the door.

"Talvas, my kid's asleep." Kyra gets to her feet gesturing for him to lower his voice.

"Now what is it?" She asks looking out of the open door, as he bends over trying to catch his breath.

"The people they've come out of their trance as the sun rises, but Master Neloth-"

"What is it boy, spit it out."

"Dragon." Kyra shoves past him and bolts through her door.

"Someone should go after her." Neloth says as he jumps from his chair. Frea takes a moment to down the last of her brandy.

"Someone should get her a sword."